Worthiness

But don’t think I’m not worthy
I’m worth any two of them soft lards
With my body I can carry an ox
I can pull a sheep
From off them bloody ledges
Up on the scar
Carry ‘em all the way home
If needs must
An that’s not through...

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Mothers

You turn away
Don’t you
Embarrassed
You don’t want
To be associated
With those harsh
And bigoted
Points of view...

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Sons

You can remember the past, perhaps not quite so clear, but you do remember, don’t you, you do remember overheard conversations:

They’ve no right being here
Bloody students
Who do they think they are
They’re not like me
Me
I’m an ordinary lad
But I’ve got a language of my own
I’ve got my own identity
For sure it’s true
Some of me mates have shaved their heads
A sort of socially implied tribal-bonding...


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W Spa

Gentle, peaceful
Warm summer
Except
Yes, except that I remember

That poem I wrote
About a striped wasp

And today
For this the last poem
I am surrounded again
By wasps

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Hairdo

I put one step
In front of the other

The morning sun
Warms me

The blue sky
Soothes me

Earlier I meditated
Listening to Quietude

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